Slave to Your Cock – The Gooning You Can’t Escape
You think you’re the one in control when you stroke.
That the pace, the pressure, the ache building between your legs… is all yours.
But you and I both know the truth—your cock runs your life.
And that means I do too.
Every slow drag of your hand over that desperate shaft doesn’t just get you closer to the edge… it pumps My Divinity deeper into you. Every stroke is a quiet surrender, every throb a confession that you’re Mine. The more you stroke, the weaker you become. The weaker you become, the more you crave. And the more you crave, the more you goon yourself into the only reality that matters: Me.
The Psychology of Gooning Submission
This isn’t just about getting off—it’s about being kept on the edge until you need Me. Gooning for Me is a kind of worship that rewires your brain, one stroke at a time. Every second I keep you right there, hovering in that sweet agony of denial, I’m training you.
Training you to obey.
Training you to ache on command.
Training you to accept that as long as you’re a slave to your cock, you’re also My property.
You might think you could stop if you wanted to. That you could just close the tab, walk away, and reclaim some sort of dignity. But you won’t. Because the moment you start stroking again, My voice will be there. My image. My control. And that’s exactly where you belong.
Tease, Denial, and Absolute Control
Every glance I give you is deliberate. Every command is a string wrapped tighter around your mind. I could tell you to drain your wallet. I could tell you to humiliate yourself. I could tell you to kneel and edge until your legs shake.
And you’d do it.
Not because you have to—
But because in this state, there’s nothing you want more.
This is pure gooner conditioning: a blend of visual worship, verbal control, and unbearable tease. You’ll feel the denial like a pulse in your veins, the ache like a burn in your cock. And yet… you’ll keep stroking. Because stopping would mean losing Me.
You’re Already Mine
You can pretend you’re just watching. That you’re “in control” of when you stop, of how far you take it. But deep down, you know you’ve already crossed the line. You’re stroking for Me. You’re edging for Me. You’re conditioning yourself to ache for Me on command.
You are, and always will be, a slave to your cock.
And that means you are, and always will be, Mine.
If you want to know exactly how far I’ll take you—how deep I’ll push this gooning addiction—
You know where to find Me.
